Little reader-friend Audrey hit it right on the head, didn’t she? In case you missed it she wrote:
As extreme as Arizona and Minnesota can be, they are home 🙂
Well, shoot. That’s it, isn’t it? I’m home here among my own people — the frozen lake driving fisher people; the Lion/Rotary/Shriner “pancake feed” makers; the Bohemian (literally) kissing cousins; the hardanger, rosemaling grandmas (except for mine, of course); the polka wedding dances. Here we all are, and we all know what to do: 1. Put the winter gear in the car.
So now I am hoping that I have passed through all the stages of grief that comes with the onset of winter. Let’s check:
1. Denial – “It’s not winter yet. We can still grill. Just put it in the garage.”
2. Anger – “WHY DO WE LIVE HERE?! IT’S NOT EVEN THAT NICE IN SUMMER. I AM MOVING WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!!”
3. Bargaining – “If we go to Florida at the beginning of March, it will be halfway from Christmas and halfway to spring.”
4. Depression – “I’m not getting out of bed today. It’s too cold. I won’t be warm again until June.”
5. Acceptance – “What doesn’t kill us — and this winter certainly could — will make us stronger.”
Yes, I think I’m ready now.
I guess I’ll have a pop while I make some bars to serve with tonight’s hotdish. (Non-Minnesotan friends if you need help with translation, just let me know.)